Yeah? Well, you're going to be inside in short order, if you don't get out of the street. As in 'inside the local jail, sobering up'.

[He can't help but be at least snarkily amused by how cheerful she is about it all. Apparently ebullient obnoxiousness in the face of all sense is a Kirk trait shared between realities. Still... he should probably try and get her home, before she picks a fight with a stray dinosaur. Or a stray lamp post.]

Where's the last place you can remember being?